Actually, I’m talking aboutmylatest accessory one I have never owned before this morning.
While doing leg lifts with weights under the watchful eye of my physical therapist, a young woman arrived to measure me for my new bas de contention better known to us as compression support hose.
They are a component of my treatment. In other words, they were part of a doctor’s prescription like any other necessary drug or procedure in the protocol for leg operations. Translation: paid for by la Sécurité Sociale and my complimentary “mutuelle” or private insurance policy. Two pairs were prescribed.
Prior to their arrival, each day my legs were wrapped securely with long stretch bands.
|These stockings are in a dreadful color the company calls “dune”. . . I suppose if one’s legs looked like hers one wouldn’t care if the color were “dirt.”|
These thigh-high hose, as you no doubt know, help circulation and prevent blood clots. Just to be on the safe side however, every night a nurse gives me an extremely unpleasant anti-coagulant shot in the thigh or the stomach — my choice.
Friends have told me that a couple of weeks after similar operations they jumped on planes and flew off to business meetings or vacations. I’ve been ordered not to fly for at least three months.
As I’ve mentioned, doctors and pharmacists highly recommend that all of us wear compression hosiery when flying. That means men as well. A long pair of socks to the knee are sufficient.
Pharmacies always have pretty, sometimes racy options in stock. As you can imagine, mine are basic, no frou-frou in rehab. The ones I am wearing now are in the color “dune” which I consider very old lady, but they’re my size and I don’t care and they are so, so comfortable.
|Can you see the lacy elastic at the top? That changes everything don’t you think? It’s always, all about the details.|
On order are a pair in black which arrive Tuesday. So exciting. . .